My love game is too abstract

Yarrow sat down with a displeased look on his face.

The class continued.

Zexia picked up the chalk and turned to face the blackboard.

"Everything I'm about to teach is important, so the King expects you all to take good notes."

She began writing key points on the blackboard, and the students below began taking notes one by one. For a time, the classroom was silent.

Yarrow sullenly took notes, and his elbow inadvertently knocked a book next to him to the ground with a thud.

He bent down to pick it up, but as he was getting up, he suddenly felt something flying towards him and quickly reached out to block it.

He caught the flying object and saw that it was a dainty black high-heeled shoe.

He froze for a moment, then looked at Zexia on the platform.

At this time, the silver dragon's foot wearing a shoe was on the ground, while the other foot, without a shoe, was on the chair. The tip of her foot, clad in black cotton socks, peeked out from the hem of her wide robe, and she looked at Yarrow with a cold expression.

"Who told you to make noise in the King's class?" Zexia said coldly.

Yarrow's lips twitched: "Are you sick in the head! I just accidentally dropped my book!"

"Enough nonsense, whatever the King says, goes."

Zexia snorted, sat down on the chair, and crossed her legs.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and bring the shoe over for the King to put on."

Yarrow really wanted to throw the shoe back at her.

He restrained his anger and, gritting his teeth, walked to the platform, standing in front of Zexia.

With him blocking the view, Zexia stopped pretending, a teasing smile appearing on her pretty face as she raised her eyebrows at him.

The wide robe, falling to her ankles, completely covered her thighs. Only at the hem of the skirt did a delicate foot, wrapped in a black cotton sock, stretch out, and he could even see her big toe wiggling teasingly at him inside the sock.

She deliberately kept her foot very low, clearly wanting him to squat down and put her shoe on.

"Hurry up, don't delay the King's class." Zexia hooked the corner of her mouth at him triumphantly.

"This damned dragon..."

Yarrow really wanted to bite that teasing foot hard, to let her know that even a rabbit would bite a dragon if cornered.

But he suppressed his anger and, under the gaze of the whole class, squatted down, grabbed the dangling ankle, and shoved the shoe on.

He looked up and saw Zexia humming and smiling at him, as if asking, 'So what if I do this? What can you do?'

"Tch!"

Yarrow snorted, enduring it, and turned back to his seat.

"Are you okay?" Serena asked worriedly.

"I'm fine."

A class was only an hour long, and there were still twenty minutes left. He just had to endure it. Could this silver dragon still control him after class?

"Continue the lesson." The silver dragon picked up the chalk and turned to continue writing on the blackboard.

At this moment, the sound of books falling to the ground came one after another in the classroom.

The silver dragon chuckled and turned to look at the troublemakers, each with expectant expressions.

"It seems some people don't want to pay attention in class." She smiled slightly.

Several bolts of lightning suddenly struck down, accurately hitting those unlucky people, with just enough force to stun them without causing brain damage.

After the lightning, wisps of black smoke rose in the classroom.

"Does anyone else have a problem?" She said coldly to the class.

The classroom immediately fell silent.

"Damn it, why does that guy get a reward!" Some of the students who had been struck by lightning muttered resentfully.

"You guys are crazy," Yarrow said speechlessly.

As the melodious sound of a bell rang out, the class was finally over.

Zexia stood on the platform, tidying up her lesson plans, and said, "Today's assignment is a course summary, two sheets of paper. Turn it in before the next class. Serena, I'll trouble you to collect them then."

"Okay."

"Phew, finally it's over."

Yarrow packed up his books, feeling a sense of relief.

"Yarrow, you're staying after class."

The cold words made him freeze in place.

"Why?" He looked at Zexia on the platform.

The silver dragon crossed her arms and looked down at him with her chin raised:

"Why do you ask the King why? You still haven't turned in those two essays I punished you with."

"Didn't you say they were due tomorrow?"

"The King has changed her mind. You must finish writing them in the classroom today before you can go back."

"This is too much of a bully!" Yarrow said angrily.

"What's wrong? Not convinced?" Zexia took out the points chart and waved it.

"You..." Yarrow was speechless. He turned to Serena, hoping she would say a few words for him, but Serena, who had now become Zexia's teaching assistant, turned her head away mercilessly.

"Yarrow, Zexia is just being impulsive. Just keep her company," Serena said softly.

"..."

Helpless, he had to sit in the classroom and start writing the two essays that had been forced upon him.

The classroom gradually emptied, and Serena left after comforting him for a few words.

Only he and Zexia on the platform remained.

He was still immersed in writing when, with a bang, Zexia closed the classroom door, then slowly walked to him, slightly lifted her lower body, sat on his desk, reached out and took off her glasses, put them aside, and untied the knot in her hair. Thus, her silvery hair, like water, cascaded down like a waterfall, sweeping across Yarrow's arm resting on the desk.

He raised his eyes slightly and saw the silver dragon's smug little expression.

He ignored her and continued writing his essay.

"How is it? What do you think of the King's teaching level?"

Zexia leaned on the desk with one hand, leaned down, and whispered in front of him.

Yarrow didn't speak, just continued writing his essay.

Zexia sat up straight, frowning at his cold attitude.

"Hey, the King is talking to you."

Yarrow still ignored her.

"Are you angry already?"

Zexia's dragon tail came over, the tip of the tail scratching his chest.

"Go away."

Yarrow slapped her dragon tail away.

Zexia narrowed her eyes, then got off the desk, came behind Yarrow, put her arms around his neck from behind, pressed her face against his head, opened her cherry-red little mouth, and whispered in his ear:

"If you're unhappy, would you like the King to give you a reward?"

The warm, sweet breath tickled his ears, but he still said coldly:

"I don't care."

The silver dragon snorted, then kissed his earlobe.

Seeing that he still didn't react, Zexia directly bit his earlobe, gently nibbling with her pearly teeth, licking with her tongue, then released it and blew air on his now-hot ear.

After this set of operations, Yarrow remained unmoved, still writing his essay with a calm expression.

Zexia got up. This cold attitude made her a little annoyed, so she grabbed the essay he was writing, threw it aside, and plopped down on the desk in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Yarrow glared at her.

Zexia crossed her legs and folded her arms.

"So you can talk?" She curled the corner of her mouth, her shoe tip wiggling in front of him.

"If there's nothing else, can you go aside? I still need to finish the homework you 'rewarded' me with, Teacher Zexia."

Yarrow emphasized the last words "Teacher Zexia".

"We'll talk about homework later, let's talk about something else now," Zexia said. She leaned forward slightly and whispered to Yarrow: "When you were putting on my shoes on the platform just now, did you have any thoughts about the King's feet?"

"What do you want?" Yarrow glanced at her and said.

Zexia straightened her upper body, then used one foot to kick off the black platform shoe from the heel of the other foot, and the shoe fell on Yarrow.

"I'll give you another chance." Zexia raised her eyebrows and said to him meaningfully.

Yarrow squinted at her foot still teasing him, then raised his hand and lifted up the hem of the skirt that fell to her ankle, revealing Zexia's smooth white legs in the air.

The silver dragon didn't react to his actions, just looked at him with a faint smile.

One hand held her foot, and the fingers of the other hand hooked the edge of the cotton sock and pulled it down, revealing the snow-white foot with a touch of red.

The veins on the back of her foot were very faint, her toes were long, her nails were pink, and those five tender, soft, and agile toes were shrinking and stretching in front of him.

The delicate feel and warm temperature came from the palm of his hand holding her foot, with a hint of moisture.

"Come on, this is the King's special permission," Zexia said to him softly.

Yarrow stroked her foot, suddenly snorted coldly, then grabbed both of her ankles with both hands and lifted them up.

Zexia didn't react, her legs were lifted up by him, and her body fell backward onto the desk.

Yarrow got up, stepped on the desk with one foot, and directly pressed Zexia's long legs against her shoulders with both hands.

In this way, her lower body was inevitably raised up, and she was pressed on the desk in a very embarrassing position.

Even more deadly was that the wide teacher's robe, because it had just been lifted by Yarrow, had now lost its function of covering her body due to gravity, and all fell to the position of her upper body, and her black lace-trimmed panties were completely exposed in the air.

Yarrow raised his hand, cast a binding spell, bound her two ankles together, then grabbed her two hands and locked them to her own legs, and also cast a binding spell to stick them together.

He took two steps back, admiring the silver dragon at this time, who was greatly exposed and incomparably ashamed.

"Yarrow... What do you want to do?!" Zexia shouted in shame and anger.

"You."

Yarrow sneered.

Zexia was stunned for a moment, not yet understanding the meaning of his words, Yarrow suddenly raised his hand and slapped her hard on the butt.

A crisp slap echoed in the silent classroom.